A few years ago, someone said to me, “I choose a new word to carry with me through the new year.”
So I thought I’d try it. It started with “Introspection” in 2016. And that continued into 2017. Not because I hadn’t done enough the first year, but because our lives changed so much in the last few years, and we continued to face challenges in 2017. Challenges that really tested us. Our strength, our perseverance, our faith.
Like many, we are concerned about the deepening divide in our country, and what that means for our future and the future for our sons. But at times, political issues were almost a welcome distraction from what was happening in our personal lives.
I have continued to struggle with my health, living with an illness we have chosen to call “Moriarty”. I refuse to own it, to call it ‘my’ illness, or ‘my’ diagnosis. So it needed a name, a proper villain name. Something bookish for this bibliophile, something clever and cunning; not one that fights with brute strength, but really gets into your head. What better adversary that Sherlock Holmes’ arch nemesis?
Along with physical issues, I have also dealt with mental health issues, some as a result of living with chronic illness, but also dealing with PTSD triggers. All while having to move out of one rental into another. But what a blessing! I believe we hit the landlord jackpot with this one! Quick to take care of things, and very kind. And gave us flowers for a housewarming gift!
We also suffered loss in 2017. Our sweet Sissy Kitty became ill, and despite my best efforts, we lost her. She was the first pet we had adopted into our family as a couple, and the first pet my children have ever had. And the first time we had to make ‘the decision’. Ugh. If you have ever had to deal with a seriously ill pet, you know exactly what I’m talking about.
Much greater loss for us was that of my dear parents-in-love. Watching their health decline so quickly, and from so far away (we live in the Midwest, all of the family is in the NW), was heart wrenching. We lost my Honey’s mom in February, his father in July, a week after our move. I continue to walk with my husband through this loss, through the recent holidays and their 41st anniversary yesterday (they were married on New Years Eve! How awesome is that?) The idea that we are starting a new year without loved ones that started last year with us feels unreal. We miss them so much, and I am so thankful to them for raising the wonderful man I married.
Through all this, all we walked through, we learned a lot about ourselves and our family. But now it’s 2018 and it’s time for a new word: Healing.
Yes, some of this is driven by my desire for more energy and less pain. But it is more than that. It’s also a desire to see the beginning of healing of our divided country. To see peace in the city I live in. And to see growth in the people serve and love.
And with this new year, also comes a renewing of this blog. It will still include stories of my own adventure, with maybe a bit of humor sprinkled here and there, and hopefully insights that will touch someones heart. But I’m also looking to include more. We have taken on the honor of homeschooling three of our sons, so we will see a bit of that journey. Health will definitely be a frequent subject. Next week is the beginning of an ‘elimination’ diet to find sensitivities and maybe reset our health a little. You’ll all get a peek into the good, the bad, and the ugly of that ride. Maybe I’ll share books I’ve read (so many good books!), maybe tell you about a new gadget I can’t live without. And of course, I will include some of my art, because I live to create!
I would like to say I have a ‘schedule’, like health on Tuesdays, and reviews on Fridays. And I kind of do, or at least had the intention. But adventure is rarely so regimented. Neither am I. So this blog will reflect who I am. It will be a free-spirited, free-flowing, quirky, bright, bold, earthy, real adventure.
See you soon!